Of course, Emilia was aware of the doubtful and foggy information given to her by the Lords of Lordran. She was aware that the orb was something that was not very trustful, yet she believed in the words that were bestowed to her. She placed the orb back into the back, once Thalesin had examined it. Upon Nita's words, Emilia began to wander towards the direction the orb had guided her. Yet, after few steps, there was doubt. Shirley, the priestess, the companion of Nita, spoke her concern about the journey.
"Clairvoyance is not bestowed unto many men. Even the greatest magicians have lost themselves upon journeys. They forged jewels that should enlighten the mind and the sight. In loss, such jewels would bring you back on the right path." Her hand wandered to the small bag in which the orb rested. It was indeed one of those sacred relics by the mages. "And a prayer is indeed worth in this time of need. I, too, pray that I am following the right path."
Their surroundings began to shift into a mass of brown and yellow, inconsistent of any detail that could bring any sense of direction. Now and then, one could distinguish one of the rock formations that this desert was plagued with. They appeared like claws that grasped for the skies. From these rocks, the wind gave a howling sound, like a child weeping for their parents, a young love calling the lost partner. It was a very cold, dark tone compared to the otherwise warm environment. Even in this harsh world, Emilia walked with steady feet. She knew the direction and rarely had to look at the orb to see whether the group had fallen off the path or not.
"If such a beast is lingering these lands, we have the space to circle it. Spears to the sides of the beast and swords to the front. Cut off the tail, if you dare to be brave." These were her words, when Shirley expressed her fears of the beast they had fought at the cliff. She was afraid to meet such a beast as well.